I'd rather see the apocalypse than that shit.
I made a good breakfast for my princess, hoping to smooth over last night's roughness. She needed support now more than ever. She was probably confused, maybe a little depressed. Depression calls for stacks of fluffy pancakes and bacon, drowned in maple syrup, her favorite.
Nia came down the steps whistling, a bright and cheerful mood.I had to do a double take when I looked her over.
"Nia?"
